#darlings movie story

[j1mmys-darl1ng]

October 14th - quicksilver (smut)

Pairing : peter maximoff x reader

Warnings : MDNI!! DO NOT READ IF YOUR BELOW THE AGE OF 18!!

P in v, unprotected sex, peter talking you through it, no aftercare, human vibrator

A/n: im actually really struggling to write the rest of the fics, this is literally meant to be out tomorrow at the time of writing

DO NOT BLAME ME FOR WHAT YOU CHOSE TO CONSUME, ITS YOUR FAULT IF YOU READ FURTHER

Peters room was the go to hangout area for the two of you. It was usually the right temperature, he'd have a stash of snacks (of which were mainly twinkies), a few warm blankets for those cold nights you stayed over. It was always perfect.

That leads you to this night. Peters head was resting on your lower stomach as both of you were watching some crappy movie, mindlessly playing with the hem of your shorts.

You could feel his shoulder pressing against the one spot that had been aching for him all day. Every shuffle from him, you have to stop yourself from squirming, trying to get more pleasure from it. Surely he doesn't feel the same way.. Right?

"hey, you ok?" you hear peter ask you, your head giving a small nod, adjusting your position. Thats all you needed for a small whine to slip past your lips.

That stupid damn smirk. Of course he has that stupid damn smirk after hearing that.

"what was that noise?" he scoots up, his elbows proping him up so now his face is mere inches away from yours. His stomach putting pressure on the area you needed him to, causing you to squirm slightly.

"..nothing..?" you knew he wouldn't let it slide. His warm breath was hitting your face, his lips oh so close to touching yours.

"bullshit" before you even registered it, his lips were on yours. You couldn't help but kiss back, your hands going to his hair and pulling him closer.

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After a few minuets of making out, he begins to slip your shorts down your legs, kissing your thighs as he did so.

"god... Your gorgeous.." he groans, not waiting a second to rip his sweatpants off. He was so hard it looked painful, it looked like he would rip open his boxers.

With a blur, he's alright inside of you, his lips against your forehead.

"someones excited huh?"

"cant help it that ive waited this long" he chuckles, pressing his lips against yours once more but this time hes slower, beginning to thrust.

He starts of by being gentle, not wanting to use his mutation to its fullest extent just yet. He was pepering you with kisses anywhere he could reach, nuzzling his face between your breasts.

"you dont have to go soft on me, y'know? I can take it" you huff, getting a bit frustrated at the lack of speed from the guy that is literally known for speed.

"sorry princess" he chuckles "just dont wanna hurt ya'"

With that, he begins to speed up, his hands massaging your hips and thighs.

Not even a few minutes later, hes going x10 faster, his face burried in the crook of your neck. You had never thought he'd be the typa guy to whimper but he is definitely disproving you now.

His hips move in a blur, bringing you to the edge way faster than you'd thought.

"... Ugh... Keep doin' that... Please.." you whine, hands pulling his hair and your lips leaving sloppy kisses on his shoulder.

"wasnt plannin' on stoppin'.. M' pretty girl" his nails dig into your hips, his cock twitching against your walls as they begin to close in on him.

"AHG! Fuck... Shit" he grunts, his seed painting your walls white. His thumb sneaks down and rubs your clit, sending you over the edge and cumming around him.

"... Holy shit..." he huffs, his sweaty body collapsing onto yours.

"... That was amazing.." you tell him, only to realise hes fallen asleep cuding you.

A/n : sorry for how rushed and poorly written this is! Jaytober is kinda making me loose motivation especially since i dont have much free time to do it anymore and my mental health just loves to take a head first dive into depression

Thank you so much for reading! <3

[sparrowsoupp]

they are the working dead! and they lurch for minimum wage!

[king-k-ripple]

[obsessivel0v3r]

❝𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑖𝑡... 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑. 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒.❞ - 𝑇𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑛

[daughter-horror]

KYLE GALLNER

“Kyle Gallner is quickly becoming a modern scream king” — Bloody Disgusting

[martianbugsbunny]

Got into the X-Men movies expecting Wolverine to be some macho strongman asshat and instead I got one of the most emotional dearhearts I've ever seen?? The first movie is about how he knows Rogue for all of ten seconds and already feels protective enough of her to risk his life for her multiple times. He cries. He has nightmares. He talks about hope like it's a real and powerful thing. He lets his rival for Jean's affections sob on his shoulder after her death. Wolverine has a beautiful heart 💙💛

[temporarywelcome]

Me Interacting with the Evans RP blogs: 😡🔥😈🤩😭🥺💔😅

Me IRL the whole time: 🤭🤭🤭

[nastyyavenuee]

just watched american animals with my mom and she classified evan peters as not “hot” but specifically “cute” 😭 like every time i would say “isn’t he hot ma” she would be like “no but he’s cute”

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

Since Wally canonically loves horror movies I cannot overstate how much I'd love to binge the entire Saw franchise with him-

[beachyserasims]

Autumn & Darion's Loving Bed

Inspiration : She's gotta have it.

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[iliketodrawstuffilike]

So, I heard about this new movie called “The Substance”, and it reminded me of these two that I have to finish drawing…🍎😒✨😥🍎✨✍️😅🥰

[stillchasingfairies]

❤️‍🩹 Reunion ❤️‍🩹

I fixed the Rescue Rangers movie. I've been meaning to do this since it premiered. I hope you enjoy it. I hope with all my heart! It's all under the cut, so click below to read it. And please let me know what you think!

“Think happy little thoughts!” Sweet Pete exclaimed, for no one other than himself, as he shoved convention attendees out of the way. He was on the trail of Chip and Dale, two little chipmunks who knew way too much and had to pay. But he was losing speed quickly. He coughed, wheezing from the task of running, and began to limp as he felt something go awry in his leg. “Aw, I definitely pulled something,” he knelt down on the floor, getting out of the way for his friend Jimmy the polar bear. “You keep going, I’ll catch up.”

As Pete stopped to catch his breath, a pelican holding a cup walked by. 

“Hey, gimme that,” Pete snarled, snatching the cup from the bird and taking a big sip. He gagged at the taste and looked at the pelican in shock. “Ugh! It’s diet!” Pete shoved the cup back at the bird. “Never mind. Ugh, my leg…” He rubbed the tender spot on his calf, hoping the pain would go away. Pete missed being a kid– he never had pains like this.

Just then, a pair of blue high heels froze, just about a yard away from him. 

“Peter?”

A soft voice. A delicate voice. A loving, welcoming, familiar voice.

Pete, feeling a warmth spread throughout his chest and radiate through his limbs, slowly raised his gaze. He knew who it was, even without looking. 

His brown eyes welled with tears. His voice was small in his throat.

“Wendy?”

Her lip was quivering. But oh, Wendy looked beyond happy to see him. “Hello, Peter.” 

Pete was stunned, like a deer in headlights, as he rose from the floor and looked her in the eyes. But tears were rolling down his chubby, stubbled cheeks. “Gee…” He breathed ever so softly. So much had happened since he last saw her.

He’d had so much wrong done to him.

And he had done so much wrong, himself.

“Wendy, I…” He tried to speak, but stopped, and turned away. 

Wendy, now grown up, and nearly the same age as Pete, could tell that things had not gone the way that they should have for Peter. She stepped closer to him, and rested a hand lovingly on his shoulder. He was always strong as a young teenager, but now as an adult, he had some serious muscle. 

“Peter, dear, look at me…” She spoke softly. She still sounded nearly the same as the last time he had seen her. Yes, the last time he had seen her was when he watched her board a plane back to England, after the fun and pomp of promoting Peter Pan had come to an end. Peter understood then that she had to go home, but he wished she could have stayed. Maybe things wouldn’t have gone… like this.

Peter finally turned to face her. But he was having the hardest time keeping his gaze on her eyes. He was ashamed of what he’d become.

“Wendy… Wendy, I’m sorry…!” Peter threw his arms around her and cried. Something he rarely did. But he couldn’t help it. “I’m so, so sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

“Oh, oh, oh,” Wendy breathed, wrapping him in the warmest, most loving hug in the world. She still had that motherly touch that Peter had loved, even more so now. “Oh Peter, I could never hate you.” Her voice quivered as she realized she too was crying.

“A-are ya sure?” Peter croaked. “I’ve done some awful things, Wendy. I was in the middle of one, when… when you showed up. Oh Wendy, why’d you ever leave?” The man burst into tears again. But he didn’t care. It was as if everything around them had melted away. There was no expo going on, as far as Peter and Wendy were aware. All that mattered… was them.

“Shh… Now, now…” She soothed him sweetly, stroking Peter’s soft hair with her dainty fingertips. His locks were as red as ever, and she smiled as she noticed that he’d grown them long enough to style them in a small ponytail. Always a Lost Boy. “I’m sorry I left, Peter. I didn’t want to go. But… I’m here now. I’m here. For anything you need.”

Peter lifted his head and looked her in the eyes now. He was searching desperately for a sign of truth. “R-really?”

Wendy cupped his cheek in her palm and nodded gently. “Yes, Peter. I’ll help you. I want to help you.” The woman looked around, remembering that they were at a convention center, which perhaps was not ideal. They had a lot of catching up to do, and this was much more important than any of the guests, vendors, shows, or panels that might be happening here. “But, erm, could we go somewhere a bit– private?” She asked.

Peter, in a fragile state in every manner of the phrase, frowned, and carefully but firmly moved her hand off of him. “I get it… Ya don’t wanna be seen in public with an ugly guy like me.” 

Wendy was stunned to hear this. How could he have gotten it so wrong?  “Oh, goodness, no! On the contrary!” She slipped her hand into his, and gave it a warm squeeze. Her blue eyes sparkled, dazzling Peter.  “You look wonderful. Handsome as ever, and even more.” 

He smiled, a real, true, boyish smile. For the first time since the last time he saw Wendy, Peter felt purely happy. He chuckled lightly.

“Come on, Wendy.” 

…

After a long explanation, a lot of soul searching, some serious apologies and real enlightenments, with Wendy aiding him every step of the way, Pete shut down his whole bootleg operation, and personally restored every toon that he had altered. Chip and Dale escaped from the convention center unscathed, and were soon reunited with Monterey Jack. Jimmy and Bob remained Peter’s friends, and even attended Peter and Wendy’s wedding, as his best men.

“I love you, Peter. I always have.”

“And I love you, Wendy. From here to Never Land, and back again.”

It is said that, as Peter and Wendy drove off together, married at last, a familiar crow, like that of a rooster, resounded throughout the valley.  ✨

[nellarw95]

Happy Birthday Daniel 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

Daniel Jacob Radcliffe

July 23,1989

Buon Compleanno 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

23 Luglio 1989

[wreckedhoney]

uuuug every so often i see writing tips passed around and i want to make a post but i can't find the right words to convey "aaaauuggh don't do what The r/se of sk/walk3r did"

(long tags warning bc i haven't learned how not to type like i'm not popping off yet)

[samaspic31]

say what you want about the solo movie, donald glover as lando ? Amazing showstopping incredible never seen before brilliant out of this world -

[bibiana112]

"The handmaiden is male gazey" did you know lesbians like fucking other women sexy style? Did you know that a large theme in the handmaiden was the male gaze and misogyny and if you can't separate explorations of a harmful idea from endorsements of it you may be hopeless?

guys I knew it I knew that would be a comment inflammatory enough to attract my first hate anon cut the cameras we did it bois :D